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Mar 2014
I hate what I hear
What I'm seeing
I'm looking in the mirror and I'm bleeding
My favourite prop is now reduced to shiny rocks
Glass on the floor
In my veins
Scratching me
Can't feel the pain
Anger
Rage
Anything
Nothing here
Can't be saved
Once flying high
Now burning low
Can't concentrate
I'm stupid now
Forget me here
Or save me, "friends"
Michael Kenneth Christian
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Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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